m****f*** it, I get straight to the point
You don't dig what I'm sayin, then f*** you
Cause sellin drugs only job that a n**** got
Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
Some n***** live, some n***** gotta get dropped
You say 'd***' - my man, you don't understand
How could you be so cold to a brotherman?
Don't come around here teachin and preachin
Because a n**** like me you ain't reachin
Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo
Makin money like a n**** make mayo
Toke on weed, sippin on my Olde E
All the crackheads all on my wee-wee
Rollin hard in a rag-top Volvo
911 on my a**, I'ma roll on
You don't understand where a brother comin from
That's why young black men always on the run
You either g*******, or you get hanged
Kill another n****, it ain't no thang
(Gangster Boogie)
Pull a 8 on a n****, say 'f*** you'
Then pull away in my BMW
Cause on the street you gotta be a little meaner
But that's how my pockets get greener
Runnin s***, gotta be a little candid
Some time you be a little a bandit
Sellin dope out of my crackhouse
You either kick game, or you get gamed
(You don't know the pain)
(Kick that s***)
King of New York
Yo m****f****, it's time to get rolled on
Strolled on, you better get a hold on
How the f*** you expect me to get back
If I never had to pull on my git-gat?
Because to me it ain't nothin but a killin
That's how a n**** be feelin
I call a homie on the mobile ( *dialing* )
What up, my n****, it's about that time
Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine
When a n**** be rollin on the ave
Sometime it gonna be a blood bath
But when I'm comin, no playin, no jokin
I let the Uzi and nine be smokin
Alright now, back to my tale, yo
Spot the n**** on the corner sellin lleyo
Pull up, "Yo, what up, gee?"
He didn't see my n**** in the backseat
All I heard was "Please don't shoot!"
( *shots* ) grabbed the caine and the loot
(It's like that, and that's the way it is)
(So d***) (tough)
Now a n**** on the top of the world, see
I got the women, the dope and the jewelry
I'm livin large in a fat-a** crib
Don't give a d*** about the s*** I just did
Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Said "Oh s***!" - I hit the floor
One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
I said "Oh s***!" - jumped through the window
Bullets were flyin, people was cryin
f*** it, some n**** was dyin
You either gas on or you get gased
Now I die with a bullet in my a**
(So d***) (tough)
(So d***) (tough)
King of New York
(Two years ago a friend of mine)
(Two years ago a friend of mine) --> Run
(They try to be like me) --> Dr. Dre
You don't dig what I'm sayin, then f*** you
Cause sellin drugs only job that a n**** got
Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
Some n***** live, some n***** gotta get dropped
You say 'd***' - my man, you don't understand
How could you be so cold to a brotherman?
Don't come around here teachin and preachin
Because a n**** like me you ain't reachin
Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo
Makin money like a n**** make mayo
Toke on weed, sippin on my Olde E
All the crackheads all on my wee-wee
Rollin hard in a rag-top Volvo
911 on my a**, I'ma roll on
You don't understand where a brother comin from
That's why young black men always on the run
You either g*******, or you get hanged
Kill another n****, it ain't no thang
(Gangster Boogie)
Pull a 8 on a n****, say 'f*** you'
Then pull away in my BMW
Cause on the street you gotta be a little meaner
But that's how my pockets get greener
Runnin s***, gotta be a little candid
Some time you be a little a bandit
Sellin dope out of my crackhouse
You either kick game, or you get gamed
(You don't know the pain)
(Kick that s***)
King of New York
Yo m****f****, it's time to get rolled on
Strolled on, you better get a hold on
How the f*** you expect me to get back
If I never had to pull on my git-gat?
Because to me it ain't nothin but a killin
That's how a n**** be feelin
I call a homie on the mobile ( *dialing* )
What up, my n****, it's about that time
Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine
When a n**** be rollin on the ave
Sometime it gonna be a blood bath
But when I'm comin, no playin, no jokin
I let the Uzi and nine be smokin
Alright now, back to my tale, yo
Spot the n**** on the corner sellin lleyo
Pull up, "Yo, what up, gee?"
He didn't see my n**** in the backseat
All I heard was "Please don't shoot!"
( *shots* ) grabbed the caine and the loot
(It's like that, and that's the way it is)
(So d***) (tough)
Now a n**** on the top of the world, see
I got the women, the dope and the jewelry
I'm livin large in a fat-a** crib
Don't give a d*** about the s*** I just did
Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Said "Oh s***!" - I hit the floor
One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
I said "Oh s***!" - jumped through the window
Bullets were flyin, people was cryin
f*** it, some n**** was dyin
You either gas on or you get gased
Now I die with a bullet in my a**
(So d***) (tough)
(So d***) (tough)
King of New York
(Two years ago a friend of mine)
(Two years ago a friend of mine) --> Run
(They try to be like me) --> Dr. Dre